738: C738 Wan Xiaoming's Secret

C738 Wan Xiaoming's Secret

"Big brother... please, spare me, I'm just a b * tch..."

Jiang Feifan saw the scared look on the young man's face and stopped moving forward. He stood where he was and asked:

"Next time I do something, I need to go through my brain, do you understand?"

"I know, I know, big brother. I was blind. I didn't have eyes. My fault is my fault."

The young man kept kowtowing to Jiang Feifan and said.

"Alright, stop kowtowing. Since this matter has been resolved, I won't pursue it any further."

Jiang Feifan raised his head and looked at the sky at a 45-degree angle and said with disdain.

After thanking Jiang Feifan for sparing his life, the young man wanted to get up and leave this place, but was stopped by Ye Loong.

"Big brother, what are you..." The young man asked Jiang Feifan with a puzzled look.

"Although I will not pursue this matter, how do you resolve the matter when you pushed me?"

Jiang Feifan suddenly turned his head and looked at the young man with a fierce look.

"This... I did not do it on purpose. I hope you can be magnanimous and forgive my impulsive actions."

When Jiang Feifan saw the young man say this, his eyes moved. His hands and feet were not natural at all. This kind of apology was obviously not sincere at all.

This made Jiang Feifan a little angry. He was seriously discussing this matter with him, but the other party acted as if he did not care at all.

"How about this? Didn't you say you didn't have eyes just now?"

"But you obviously have two eyes. If you do that, it's not realistic at all. It's not good."

"Dig out one of your eyes. That makes sense."

Jiang Feifan took out a flying knife from his pocket and threw it to the young man.

"Huh?! No! You... " The young man was so scared that his pants were wet. Tears flowed out of his eyes and he once again knelt on the ground.

"What is it? Do you want me to help you? Hurry up, I'm in a hurry. " Jiang Feifan put his hands into his pockets as he spoke.

The young man saw Jiang Feifan waiting for a good show, so he gave up struggling. He swallowed the saliva in his throat and picked up the knife Jiang Feifan threw on the ground.

He slowly moved the knife to his left eye. He was so slow that Jiang Feifan thought he was taking slow shots.

Jiang Feifan looked at his watch and said:

"Hey... I'll give you thirty seconds. Hurry up, or I'll personally go and help you."

After saying that, he used his hand to call Ye Loong over and had him cover the child's eyes with his hand, not allowing him to be stained with such a bloody scene at such a young age.

When the young man heard Jiang Feifan's words, he swallowed his saliva again and fiercely stabbed the flying knife towards his left eye.

In less than five seconds, the man threw the bloody flying knife onto the ground.

He covered his left eye that was spurting blood and shouted loudly, but it was as if he did not dig his eye out.

"Alright, I didn't dig it out. I can stab you blind, but get lost. I don't want to see you."

Jiang Feifan saw that the young man was in so much pain that he wished he was dead, so he didn't let him continue.

The young man stood up and bowed to Jiang Feifan. He scrambled out of the alley and disappeared into the sea of people.

Jiang Feifan walked to the child and asked,

"Little friend, don't be afraid. What's your name?"

The child obviously had not recovered from the scene just now. He stared at the blood-stained flying knife without saying anything.

Jiang Feifan saw this and signaled Ye Loong to kick the flying knife to a place he could not see.

"Don't be afraid. Uncle is not a bad person. Didn't he help you just now? It's fine now."

Jiang Feifan squatted down in front of the child and patted his head to comfort him.

"I... I am Wan Xiaoming..." The child stammered as he told Jiang Feifan his name.

When Jiang Feifan heard this surname and noticed the unusual clothing on the child, he thought of the rich man he was looking for.

Jiang Feifan then asked the child.

"Then tell uncle honestly, is your father's name Wan Chengpeng?"

The child did not speak, but nodded at Jiang Feifan.

Jiang Feifan thought, "It just so happens that I need to go to his house to find that rich man. I can also take this kid home. Maybe I can get the necklace easily."

So he brought Wan Xiaoming to Wan Chengpeng's house.

On the way, it was as if the child had recovered from the incident. He tugged at Jiang Feifan's sleeve and said in a low voice,

"Uncle, what happened just now... Thank you. "

Although his voice was very soft, Jiang Feifan still heard it. He did not say anything and just smiled at Wan Xiaoming.

After a long journey, they finally arrived at Wan Chengpeng's house.

It was true that a rich man was a rich man. The place he lived in was really far. He was almost at the border of the capital. He didn't expect that there would be a villa in this remote corner.

However, the air here was indeed fresh. After all, it was a villa area close to the mountains, and the scenery was extremely beautiful.

Wan Chengpeng, who was drinking coffee in the yard and enjoying the beautiful scenery, saw his son bringing two men to the door of his house. He had a puzzled look on his face.

"Son, why did you go outside? "

Wan Chengpeng ran to the door and opened it for them. He pulled Wan Xiaoming to the side and asked.

It turned out that Wan Xiaoming had always wanted to play football on the cement ground outside.

But his parents never agreed. They said that it was too dangerous for a child outside and never let him go out to play.

Wan Xiaoming was in a period of rebellion, so he sneaked out while his parents were busy with their own matters.

As he kicked and kicked, he saw a very beautiful butterfly flying in front of him. This kid wanted to catch it and show it to his parents.

He also wanted to prove to them that the outside world was not as dangerous as they had said, but was full of dazzling colors and cute animals.

But who knew that the butterfly would fly and bring Wan Xiaoming to the city. As there were too many people, the butterfly disappeared.

The lost Wan Xiaoming walked on the way home while kicking his own football.

He accidentally kicked the football to the back of the young man's head.1

Wan Xiaoming, who was afraid of being scolded, hid in the alley, but that football was more important to him.

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